Whatever Helps You Sleep At Night...

Tonight I decided to make a culinary masterpiece for dinner...shell noodles with jarred spaghetti sauce. I was having trouble opening the jar with my weak woman hands. So I called for Kent and held up the jar and smiled. He swaggered on over and said,

"I'm a manly man. I do manly things."

*pop*

"Ahhh."

Yes you do honey. Yes you do.

Never Wake A Sleep Talker

The other day, Kent was so tired that he fell asleep on me while we were cuddling on the couch. I hadn't eaten much that day and my body was starting to cry out. My stomach let out this giant gurgle that actually woke up my sleeping husband.

Kent: What was that???
Me: It was just my stomach. Go back to sleep.
Kent: It sounded like a metal trash can!

I think he may have meant garbage disposal?

Sometimes The Truth Hurts

For those of you who don't know, I'm pregnant. My pretty much favorite pastime these days is eating, eating, and more eating. My sweet husband the other day cuddled up to me and started rubbing my belly.

Kent: I love you.
Me: I love cheese.